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[rejectomorph]

When the cool weather arrived I thought I might get more energetic, but no. We even had a thunderstorm one day, and it did nothing for me. I remain lethargic and muddleheaded. I think about doing things, and even have thoughts about journal entries to write, but in the end do nothing. Going back to sleep seems to be my default move anymore. The windows are no longer open at night and it's getting stuffy in here. I could open the windows by day, now that it's cool outside, but never remember until late in the evening when it is already too cold. My brain might be starved for oxygen.
It's all a drag, and all I'll do is complain about it, so there's no point in writing anymore. It's back to sleep time again, I guess.